Minho is an Omega who has worked closely with his Alpha boss, Bang Chan, for years. He's always admired Chan's leadership skills and quiet strength, and although they've developed a friendly rapport, Minho has always kept things strictly professional. When Chan's marriage begins to fall apart, Minho watches from the sidelines as his boss endures a messy, public divorce. As Chan becomes increasingly stressed and emotionally drained, Minho steps up to offer support. Their late-night conversations at the office become more frequent, and the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. !bottomminho !mpreg !Alpha/Omega #1 MinChan! October 2024

Vitya was big, and Vitya was an omega. Unlike his twink of a little brother, Vitya was built and tall, at a height of 6'3. He couldn't be loved for his size; his family made sure to remind him of that everyday. All Vitya wanted was pups, he wanted a big alpha to coddle and love him and let him feel soft, to fill him with pups and provide for the family, but he wouldn't ever find that.... or would he? Dimitri was the spitting image of an alpha- tall, strong, and oozing dominance. At a height of 6'6, no doubt omegas would flock to him, but every little body in his hands feels so fragile.. as though he would break it. He wants someone big, someone strong and able to handle his ruts and bear pups, but not many were up for that... except Vitya. THIS CONTAINS TRADITIONAL HOUSEWIFE ROLES FOR OMEGAS, IT MOVES VERY VERY FAST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. VITYA IS INTERSEX- HE HAS A PUSSY.

Klynn Blaire was a werewolf with the status of omega. He isn't liked by any and beat up by all, his life was full of shit. His 18th birthday would be today and he thought maybe there would be light at the end of the tunnel. But things don't go as planned for he gets rejected, humiliated, and bullied even more. Did I also mention he was in the same pack as Kayden? Kayden Steele is the alpha of the Rising Sun pack. His father and mother stepped down early because they were weakening earlier than usual. He's been looking for his mate for 6 months ever since his 18th birthday. However, he'll be in for a surprise when he finds out his mate isn't a female and an omega. THIS STORY IS PRETTY BAD READ WITH CAUTION (BEING REWRITTEN AS OF 12/1/2024) CHECK MY PROFILE FOR THE NEW VERSION

Omegas aren't meant to be leaders according to most packs. However, Sage's pack has been under the lead of a progressive Alpha, and as the only child to the Alpha and Luna, Sage has been raised to be the next leader despite his biological status. Sage knows he will be a great leader, but the only thing missing that he's desperate for is his mate. He doesn't know that his mate has been raised to be the kind of Alpha that young Omegas have nightmares about; a beast who raids packs and kidnaps young Omegas to serve his leader, even though he doesn't want to. An Omega meant to be a leader and an Alpha who has been broken and forced to do things he never wanted to. What could possibly go wrong?

Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

"Our universe grants every soul a twin - a reflection of themselves - the kindred spirit. And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other - even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." -Julie Dillon. Dove had been plagued with vivid dreams all his life, about a thousand different lives with a mysterious blur of a man. He had never thought too deeply about it, more concerned with getting out of his dreary town and away from the ghosts of his past. In a last chance bid at a life elsewhere, Dove travelled to San Franciso for a job interview to be the personal assistant of prestigious businessman and billionaire, Eryll Beherit. Little did he know, that man was no man, and he would be the final piece of the puzzle that Dove needed to fill in all the cracks in his fractured mind...

"When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly." ― Patrick Overton, The leaning tree. Alwynn hadn't anticipated much from meeting an old friend of his parents. He expected a dull night filled with drab conversation and occasional pokes at his choices in life. He was prepared for that, he would just drift off into some serene place in his mind and let it all wash over him. Alwynn hadn't anticipated the 'old friend' to be a living, breathing Adonis capable of reducing the boy to a quivering, incoherent mess just with the flash of that ravishing smile. Vant Bayer, a man far too old for the 17-year-old, was just the man the boy was looking for. Little did Alwynn know, Vant wasn't merely a man...

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.